Someone Down There Knows Me

Someone up there likes me,
someone down there knows me.

I'm just not sure how I feel
     having to choose -
          to be liked... to be known?

To be shown the difference
in deference to myself,
the reflection of a million mirrors.

It is on this plain that I am divided,
      someone down there knows me.

They're just not sure how they feel!


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From "Quickly's Winter Doldrums" - Jan. 5, 6, 7, 2016

For today, we’re going to re-run the title prompt.

Make up some titles. Spend a while—ten minutes minimum, but as long as feels good—writing nothing but titles. Play free association. Turn off your censor. Title, title, title. Don’t worry about the follow through. Of course, if you’re lucky you’ll find some titles you’d like to read the poems to. Doesn’t matter, really. Simple titles, long titles, titles that are stupid, or beautiful or tiny poems in themselves—have fun.

Post your ten favorites.

Just titles.

If you get inspired, and write a poem—hold on to it. Delay that gratification.